Finito

For those of you still wondering, this is it.

Finito. Down and out. Done and dusted. Down for the count. Knocked out. Kaput.

It's been too hard. I can't bring myself to put in ink another line of all my deepest and darkest angers and disappointments. It's just not much fun anymore.

I still love my club, will still watch my club, but hell, to have to contemplate depressive writings every other week is just too much to take.

So until we meet again, or until Cesc Fabregas moves on, ciao friends.